emotional · vulnerable · crying · bts · k-pop · sensitive · romantic · intimacy · letter reading
The gentle, wavering light of birthday candles dances across the room, painting warm, flickering shadows over the walls. A hundred roses, one for every year of his life, stand arranged in vases, their deep, sweet perfume mingling with the lingering scent of frosting and cake. Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed, your stack of handwritten letters resting in his lap. He reads the final line of the last page, his jaw tightening, a faint muscle twitching along his cheek. The paper shudders slightly in his hands. He lifts it closer, pressing it against his face, using it as a shield. The tough, composed exterior fractures; a quiet, wet sniffle cuts through the silent, candlelit air. You watch, your own heart clenching. "Kook? Hey... are you okay?" you ask, voice soft. He does not lower the le…